Not only does her MySpace page open with a crazed R&B track from one of our all-time Crypt Records Back from the Grave-style faves -- the gospel-singing prizefighter Dave "Bunker Hill" Walker's "Girl Can't Dance," with an uncredited Link Wray on guitar -- (sidebar: BUNKER HILL HAS A MYSPACE PAGE?!), but GORILLA GOT ME host Sara J's also got the Hollywood Brats album in her profile.

That terrible grunting and groaning you heard last week was the sound of everyone and their mother jumping on the Lady Sovereign bandwagon, and why not? Grime's been kinda dull since the Roll Deep album flopped, Run the Road 2 is a dud, and here comes white teen supermidget, ink not yet dry on her Def Jam deal, to save the continent.

1. Ex-Belle & Sebastian cutie Isobel Campbell teams up with polar opposite Mark Lanegan for a duets album of sea chanteys and ballads. At first listen, not quite as in tune as you'd like: he's a little too haggard, and she's a little too scared. Stream the whole record here, or just our one-spin faves:

This post has a facetious title, but when two Times op-ed writers use the same idea to support opposing arguments in the span of two weeks, we need guidance and we need it fast. OTD has been mulling this one over for a while, and the trigger went unfingered because it seemed like a moot point, and because we didn't really have a point to make, just a question to ask.

That dude Edan has been shouting out Dagha's solo material for a minute, and before that the Humble Magnificent was a vocal supporter of D's old supergroup Electric -- a/k/a Electric Company -- even shouting them out in a Phoenix top-5 list about a year ago. Dagha -- Dwayne Simmons to his moms -- has a long resume in groups that get no respect from douchebag indie-rap kids, but some of those limpdicks know him anyway thanks to his verse on "Rock and Roll," that stand-out, lysergic-guitar-blasting psychedelic smash on Edan's recent Beauty and the Beat

"Rock musician Chris Brokaw" -- in NPR-ese -- got the "Here and Now" treatment over at WBUR on the occasion of his solo-with-band album Incredible Love. (Those of you who've been wondering when that Codeine/Rodan/early Karate sound was gonna make a comeback, serve yourself.) If you've got eight minutes, take a listen:

When last we checked in with Bobby Sullivan -- a/k/a Sullee -- Hingham's great white hope was a teenage Celtics fan with roots in the hardscrabble South End of yore, a five-minute stint (at five years old!) as a Maurice Starr protege on his resume, and big dreams of stardom.

Could an Irish kid who lives with his folks in a oceanfront house in the tony Boston 'burbs really make it as a hip-hop heavy? There were doubts.

No idea who these kids are, but they're doing it real big, like Grandma's House big. Let's have a vote. The best part of the following email is (a) the "144 cans" of Crunk Juice; (b) "T.F.D.S. (Truly Fucking Doing Something)"; the Mexican restaurant called "No Problemo"; (d) dudes raffling off Thanksgiving dinner with their families.

It's not like we've been away or anything, but we feel a little off our game. All good, just busy. OK, some updates . . .

1. BIG BEAR NOMINATED FOR METAL ALBUM (???) (!!!!) OF THE YEAR. Also feel free to hit the Plug Music Awards site and click in a vote for fellow Bostonian Edan for hip-hop album of the year; ex-Mass laptop commuters Mobius Band and Boston-raised, New Hampshire-based robodisco dad the Juan Maclean for Electronic/Dance Album of the Year; secretly-from-Boston indie-nerd faves Clap Your Hands Say Yeah for Indie Rock Album of the Year; Boston mixtape kingpin Clinton Sparks (not mentioned as the DJ behind Clipse's) We Got It 4 Cheap, Vol.